I wish my family were normal…
Hi. I was going to write last night, but I got back late from Lincoln, where I did an audition for my college and some campus orientation in the pouring rain. I’m still a little disgruntled with Mom for making me walk around the campus when buckets of water were falling from the sky. I mean, while I was working, she went shopping! She could have been having a good laugh while my poor instructor and I trudged through the gale! Actually, my instructor was a good sport about it, but we were both pretty wet by the end of the 2 hours. We didn’t stay outside all that time, and it really wasn’t that big of a deal… I just wanted an excuse to use the word “disgruntled.”
My sister and my parents are in the middle of an enormous fight, so I’m trying to make myself scarce. Especially since Amber hasn’t even come home from college yet and they’re having the argument over various phone calls. Mom is really upset and Dad’s trying to be calm; I’m not sure about how Amber is acting because of the phone call thing. I can assume she’s being her usual fiery, loud self, which doesn’t work too well in a fight, but whatever. I hope she’s not mad at me. I don’t know why she would be, but she yelled at me once for witnessing an argument between herself and her baby-sitting charge, so you never know. I haven’t seen her in ages and would like a friendly greeting from my favorite–and only–sister (and OK, I would also like her to return the book she borrowed), but oh well.
Oh!!! I was at a store yesterday in Lincoln, and bought some angel snot!!!! (Yeah, I know… sounds odd. That’s because it is.) It’s kind of like silly putty, but it’s slimy and it smells really good. Haha.
Anyway, I think I’ll read another chapter of Great Expectations, since I need a thesis for my research paper by Feb. 10. Parting thought: PARENTS SCREW UP–IT’S WHAT THEY’RE GOOD AT!!! (Spoken by Tibby in the movie version of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants)
KD
Today’s actual entry
Right-o! Now that I’ve written Kaitlin a tribute for, um, forgetting her birthday, I can proceed to the actual entry. I really have nothing to say, but that’s OK. What are diaries for anyway? Like my rhymy thingy? Well, I do, and it’s my diary, so there!
Wow, I’m in a weird mood today.
You know, The Pink Panther, starring Beyoncé Knowles (and a couple of other guys who are not as important in my mind), comes out in February. That seemed a long way off last time I checked, but all of a sudden it’s nearly here! Dad already said he’d see the movie with me. I love my daddy. We have an agreement: I’ll put up with, and sometimes genuinely appreciate, his music and movies if he does the same for me. It works really well. Who knew I’d like Charlie Daniels so well-considering I don’t even know how to spell his name? And guess what? Dad admits that the 3 women in DC can really sing!
Anyway, I’m gonna finish downloading a Weird Al polka. I like them a lot; they make me laugh. Parting thought: I LIKE SWEATPANTS.
KD
Kaitlin’s birthday present
To my dearest friend Kaitlin:
I am a horrible, dreadful, terrible, nasty, and generally forgetful person! I’m very very very VERY sorry I forgot that Monday was your birthday and didn’t mention it in my diary as an exciting event. You’ll (perhaps) be glad to know, however, that I did remember before I read your comment. Um, and also, what happened to SAYING SOMETHING? A simple “Guess what? It’s my birthday, idiot!” would have been all I needed. And might I remind you of the time that you, Mary, and G had a wonderful day at your house without me because I was at camp? That was on my birthday, and none of y’all remembered what day it was! Anyway, happy late birthday, Kaitlin.
KD
Here I come to save the day!!!! (Or not)
Look look! I’m writing 2 days in a row!!!
THINGS ON KD’S MIND
- Should I or should I not get the Click Five CD? (G, I know what your advice would be on this matter, so save your breath.)
- I need to take the time to label my perfume and lotion collection in Braille.
- I’ve decided that lists really aren’t my thing and I want to revert back to writing…
Yeah, that was a waste of, um, virtual paper, but I like to try new things. Don’t worry, the contemplation of whether or not I should buy a CD and the proper identification of my cosmetics are not the only things on my mind right now.
Tomorrow I’m going to try to talk my English teacher into getting my tests Brailled instead of having them read to me. I found out today that she is very protective of her tests, so it’s not my Braillist’s fault that the test wasn’t Brailled. I’m so glad people inform me of these things before I place the blame on innocent shoulders. (Ahem, or not.) And that still doesn’t explain the not-Brailling of my French test.
Have you ever noticed that when you’re writing something, it seems longer than it actually is? For example, I’ll be writing in this diary for years and years, then look back at my work and find no more than 10 lines. That’s a bit odd, don’t you think?
OK, I’d better stop this now, and I don’t have an excuse this time; I just have no more to say at the moment. Parting thought: I HAVE A CHEEEEEEESE CRAVING.
KD
The effects of lots of studying
Well hello, people. When I started this diary, my original plan was to write every day, but that doesn’t seem to work very well, so I’ve decided to just write when I remember, and when I’m not too busy with homework and stuff. (That was kind of a long sentence.)
Well, nothing really that exciting happened today. I just found this on MuggleNet, and it made me laugh. It was a nice break from studying for my huge enormous English test tomorrow. Oh, which isn’t Brailled, by the way. Lovely, huh? One of my least favorite things in the world is taking oral tests, just because one’s Braillist doesn’t give a… well, ahem, doesn’t care, shall we say, whether things come back to the teachers on time or not. My French test was all right to do orally, but since then I’ve taken so many supposed-to-be-Brailled-and-weren’t things that it is really starting to annoy me. At least I always know that I can read my history tests myself, with the help of my wonderful screen reader.
Well, I’d better go… I don’t know… I’ve just run out of rants. Until we meet again, o fellow voyager, I bid thee adieu. I shall leave thee with this: SEE WHAT OLD ENGLISH STUFF DOES TO ME?
KD
I’m hungry
You know, I think Mary’s psychic. The day after I wrote my last entry saying how much I missed her, she came up to me, Kaitlin, and G, and asked us what we were doing the next night because she had it off from work!!! It ended up being just her and me, and we watched Narnia. We might get together tonight, too!
I haven’t done much today except take a ridiculously long bath. (I do not regret it either, it was sooo relaxing.) After lunch, I’m probably going to work on more scholarships so I can go to college without breaking the bank.
I really have nothing more to say, probably because I’m so hungry my mind is messed up. You know, it would not be fun to starve to death. Parting thought: GUYS DON’T TWIRK IT!!!!! (Quote from Beyoncé, don’t ask)
KD
And back to ranting
Well howdy! See what Hank the cowdog does to me? (Actually, in all the Hank books I’ve read, I’ve never known him to say “howdy,” but it just sounded good.)
Anyway, I’m back after I don’t know how long. I did all my homework, not letting myself procrastinate. You know, not procrastinating works surprisingly well, so I wonder why I don’t do it more often. (I will never, ever, EVER give my mother a link to this diary; she’s the type to never, ever, EVER let me forget that I wrote something like that.)
I called Mary yesterday, and it was insanely good to hear her voice. Call me crazy, but I worry about her. She sounds kind of exhausted, which is probably because she works all the time. Maybe I’m a little jealous that she hangs out with her coworkers a lot more than she does with me now. Hey, I can’t help it! She’s been my Mary since 7th grade! I keep worrying we’re drifting apart, which I do not want to happen. Mary is one of the most dynamic, fierce, loving, and… Mary-like friends I’ll ever have, and I want to keep in touch after we leave high school. I would never say any of this to her face, though, because I guess I’m a coward, haha. The only way she’ll find out is if she checks out my diary, which I don’t think will happen since she spends half her life (outside of school, obviously) working, and the other half… I don’t know… doing whatever she does when she’s not working. Some sleeping, I hope. Anyhow, the 10 or so minutes we spent on the phone made me feel better. I should have her over sometime, just because it’s been soooo long.
OK, I think I’m going to check how my grades are shaping up so far (yes, I can do that on the internet now!), then go to bed. I am very tired and I don’t know why, since I got like 9 hours of sleep last night. Parting thought: GRENDEL’S MOMMY NEEDS SOME THERAPY!!! (Referring, of course, to the vengeful mother monster in the poem Beowulf, which we are reading in English)
KD
The entry with somewhat inconsistent paragraph transitioning
Wow. This has been the longest I’ve gone without writing in my diary. (And we’re not counting my other journal, which I’d ignore for like 5 months at a time, haha.)
Anyway, this is probably the moment I would have started writing again if I’d chosen to wait until everything was back to normal in my life. My readers (ahem, what readers?) may remember the entry on the 23rd of December, when I said I didn’t see the point in a diary if you only wrote when things were just peachy, so I spilled my guts about losing Tawny. Well, that’s what i’m referring to. This is the time in, perhaps, my other journal, when I would start writing perky entries, because I’m beginning to get over it. I hope that made sense.
Anyway, I’m finally starting to feel like a whole person again. You may think this is dramatic to say over a dog, but if you’ve known someone for 12 years and then they die, you feel it. A lot. So shut up. (Meant in the most loving way possible…)
I just got done listening to LeToya Luckett’s new single, “All Eyes On Me,” by going here, and I think she sounds like a very half-hearted combination of Beyoncé and Kelly. Yeah, I know they’re her former bandmates and maybe she can’t help it, but that part annoys me. Other than that (and the somewhat unoriginal lyrics), it’s a good song and her tone quality isn’t bad. I mean, at least she hits all the notes! I’ll have to hear more commendable stuff from her before I rush out to buy her album, though.
I started a new semester today in school, and with block scheduling that means new classes. I now have A.P. English and French II. I’ve gone from having 2 hard classes (OK, 1 really hard class I hated and 1 fun class that was hard only because of the insane amounts of homework) to a demanding class I love and an easy class I also love. Oh, and American history, but that’s an independent study so I don’t count it in such high esteem.
Well, I’d better get to bed; I didn’t get much sleep last night because I, er, was reading a good book. My parting thought is: IT DOES HAVE COOL DRUMS THOUGH… (Referring to my indecision on my previously announced verdict for LeToya’s song)
KD
